Nine Hundred and Twentieth Chapters Favor

"Xuanguang... Dacheng!"

King Nanfeng's words choked.

Unexpectedly, when the Holy Master Moyuan left the customs again, he had already broken through to Xuanguang Dacheng.

In this way, even if he joins forces with the two Holy Masters of Haiyan Pavilion, they are by no means an opponent of Holy Master Moyuan.

As for Old Monster Xu and Holy Monarch You Ye, who were confronting the Holy Master of Moyuan, they suddenly felt a tyrannical and surging force, and the Holy Body was churning.

The Holy Lord of Moyuan in the field of vision, like the supreme Holy Spirit, cannot be contested.

"It's actually Xuanguang Dacheng!"

Old Monster Xu was shocked and dumbfounded.

He and Holy Monarch You Ye have only broken through the Holy Master in recent years, and there is some gap between him and the general Holy Master who has just become a mysterious light.

Moreover, Emperor You Ye is an assassin of the Shadow Killing Dao class, and fighting head-on will limit many of his methods.

However, in front of the Holy Master of Xuanguang Dacheng, even if the two of them performed exceptionally well, they would be useless after all.

In terms of realm power, the Holy Master Moyuan absolutely crushes them.

The people in the Haiyan Pavilion who had retreated thousands of miles also realized that something was wrong. The power of the Holy Master Moyuan suddenly became unimaginable. Standing here, they all felt trembling.

King Nanfeng also felt deeply powerless.

Whoosh!

The countless magic light tentacles scattered from the whole body of the Holy Master Moyuan suddenly surged, from all directions, at the speed of thunder, rushing towards the Holy Monarch You Ye and Old Monster Xu, like hungry monsters seeing their prey.

Emperor You Ye turned into a black stream of wings, and suddenly split into two wings, one of which avoided the attack of the magic light tentacles, and the other disappeared into the void.

Old Monster Xu used his profound power with all his strength and quickly retreated.

But the magic light tentacles seemed to extend infinitely. As soon as they missed the air, they immediately reversed their direction and continued to attack. The speed did not decrease at all, and they entangled towards the two of them.

The Holy Master Moyuan stood there and looked at everything with cold eyes, as if the world was not in control.

"The Magic Seal of Cangtian Town!"

Seeing that he was about to be overtaken by the tentacles of the magic light, Old Monster Xu surged with holy energy all over his body, and with one hand he made a white holy light handprint that shook the sky.

boom!

Old Monster Xu's holy light handprint collided with several of the magic light tentacles.

bang...

Under the extremely powerful holy power of profound light, Old Monster Xu's secret method was directly shattered.

The magic light tentacle passed through the holy light handprint and continued to charge towards Old Monster Xu frantically.

At the same moment, the Holy Monarch You Ye, who had disappeared into the void, suddenly appeared behind the Holy Master Moyuan, with a wave-flow shadow sword in his hand, which flashed a strange black glare and stabbed behind the Holy Master of Moyuan.

"Humph!"

The Holy Master Moyuan snorted coldly, and he still stood in peace and disdain for the sneak attack on the Holy Monarch Youye.

Behind the Holy Master Moyuan, the void was twisted for a while, the holy power of the magic path surged, and a tentacle of magic light suddenly stretched out, carrying the breath of infinite domineering and raging, rushing towards the Holy Monarch You Ye.

call out!

At the moment when Saint You Ye's assassination secret technique collided with the magic light tentacles, a black stream of winged light was separated from his body and disappeared again.

snort!

The avatar of the Holy Monarch You Ye collided with the tentacles of the magic light,

Both smashed together.

The Holy Monarch You Ye gave up an attack of a clone, and only destroyed the magic light tentacle, and he couldn't get close at all.

After a moment of fighting, the Holy Master Moyuan did not move at all, but forced the two Holy Masters into a desperate situation.

King Nanfeng stood aside, witnessing all this, and his heart was shocked.

"I can't just watch the fight like this!"

King Nanfeng's dragon pattern phosgene suddenly soared, breaking through his own shackles and bursting out.

call out……

Just when King Nanfeng was about to take action.

Zheng hum!

An immortal sword intent that slashed the sky came straight.

An ancient green sword, dragging a bright and crystal clear green sword light, like a blue and fierce rainbow light, it slammed down.

call out!

The magic light tentacle that wanted to pierce Old Monster Xu was instantly cut off by the sharp green sword light.

I saw an ancient green and remnant sword, spinning in a circle, standing in the void, the infinite swordsmanship of Jin Rui, shocking the sky.

Behind the remnant sword, a bright and clear white shadow of the sword light appeared, which vaguely outlined the figure of a long-bearded old man, exuding an immortal soul sword will that would destroy the world, and the tentacles of the magic light that were about to hit, all Shock back.

"so close!"

Old Monster Xu's heart skipped a beat, and he was extremely shocked. He stared at the ancient green remnant sword exuding supreme sword intent in front of him, unable to understand the situation.

"This is...an ancient artifact!"

The Holy Master of Demon Abyss was horrified.

The magic light tentacles that could cut him off so easily, as well as the immortal sword intent emanating from the sword body, and the profound meaning of the soul sword contained in the white glow behind the broken sword.

It is the ancient god's remnant sword of Tianjian Pavilion.

The only ancient artifact that appeared in the fantasy space.

In addition, Gu Yue, the little sword saint of Tianjian Pavilion, was recognized by the ancient artifact, and turned into a soul sword and merged with the ancient artifact, becoming the spirit of the ancient god's remnant sword.

Because of this incident, there are widespread rumors on the mainland that Tianjian Pavilion is expected to restore its peak four-star glory.

"Why did the ancient artifact come here?"

King Nanfeng was shocked and puzzled. The power of the ancient artifact really shocked the world.

"Senior Sword Saint!"

In the distance, a black-clothed woman slowly flew over. It was Mo Dongyao, the genius of the younger generation of Tianjian Pavilion.

The face of the Holy Master Mo Yuan was gloomy.

Why would Tianjiange interfere in this matter?

Moreover, the Holy Master Moyuan faintly felt that not far away, an extremely obscure shocking sword intent was looming.

This made Jiuyou Demon Lord temporarily stop.

At this time, the ancient god's remnant sword, the little sword saint phantom in the towering white light behind him, said: "Holy Master, I owe Zhao Feng a favor, I can't stand by and watch this matter!"

Hearing this sentence, the Holy Master Moyuan almost wanted to breathe fire.

It's because of Zhao Feng again!

What exactly did Zhao Feng do in the Divine Illusory Space to make Little Sword Saint Gu Yue owe favor.

"An ancient artifact, how much power can you exert as an artifact?"

The Holy Master Moyuan said coldly, Mo Dongyao was directly ignored by him, and the realm level was too low.

And his main mind was focused on the shocking sword intent hidden in the dark.

Heavenly Sword Pavilion will not allow geniuses and ancient artifacts of this sect to appear in the outside world so ostentatiously, there must be peerless kendo experts to guard them secretly.

but.

Thinking about it carefully, this matter seems to be the meaning of the little swordsman himself in the ancient god's broken sword.

That is to say, as long as he doesn't hurt Mo Dongyao and doesn't think of the ancient artifact, the Holy Master behind Tianjian Pavilion will not take action.

"That's fine!"

The Sacred Master Moyuan showed a sinister smile and looked at Old Monster Xu and Sage You Ye, killing intent emerged.

Even if there is an ancient artifact to block him, he is not afraid at all, and he must kill everyone in Haiyan Pavilion.

But suddenly!

The ancient god's remnant sword, dragged a bright and serene sword light, and fell into the hands of King Nanfeng.

Buzz!

King Nanfeng was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood the meaning of Little Sword Saint.

Boom!

Surrounded by dragon-patterned radiance, King Nanfeng, who held an ancient artifact in his hand, suddenly burst out with a shocking divine mighty sword light, a azure and ancient glow, rushing straight into the sky, piercing everything.

The mighty aura of the Holy Master Moyuan collapsed suddenly under the impact of the powerful immortal sword intent.

Behind King Nanfeng, in the gleaming white awn, the white-bearded figure burst out the profound meaning of the soul sword that pierces the soul.

The two merged into one, and the color of the world changed, like a peerless swordsman.

"What... this?"

The Holy Master Moyuan was stunned for a while.

Is that okay?

With the blessing of the power of Dragon Luck, King Nanfeng already has the combat power of Xuanguang Xiaocheng. If the ancient artifact is added, its combat power will definitely far exceed Xuanguang Dacheng.

enough to pose a mortal threat to him.

In the distance, Saint Lord You Ye and Old Monster Xu were full of excitement.

Today's Nanfeng King, the unparalleled power bursting out of his body is shocking.

"As expected of an ancient artifact!" Old Monster Xu exclaimed.

"Lord Holy Master, I just pay Zhao Feng a favor, and I don't want to be your enemy!"

In the phantom of the white light, the majestic voice of the Little Sword Saint was startled at the soul level.

"Holy Master Moyuan, the battle for the crown prince is about to begin, and all the forces of the Dagan Dynasty will be involved in it. No one can predict what will happen next!"

King Nanfeng was so powerful that he said indifferently.

The Holy Master Moyuan looked at King Nanfeng and understood the meaning of his words.

In order to deal with the purple hair and double evil, Jiuyou Palace lost a lot of middle-level combat power, and even killed a holy master.

If you are injured for the sake of a False God junior, it is not good to hear it, and it may even affect the next development of Jiuyou Palace.

Now, with the power of the ancient artifact obtained from the Tianjian Pavilion, the peak of the three-star sect, all the situation has become unpredictable.

"Okay, for the sake of King Nanfeng and Tianjiange, I will let you all go today!"

The voice of the Holy Master of Demon Abyss, Hong Lang, spread all over, and found himself a step.

"Humph!"

The magic light tentacles in the void all shrank, turning into dark magic light, wrapping the Holy Lord of Demon Abyss in it, and gradually drifting away.

The coercion of the huge Demon Lord is gradually fading away!

"Thank you Tianjian Pavilion for your help!"

Everyone in the Haiyan Pavilion thanked them all.

"The old man has paid Zhao Feng's favor. If there is nothing else, the old man will leave first!"

The ancient god's remnant sword crossed a green light and shadow, landed in Mo Dongyao's hands, and then left.

...

At this time, the dream is immemorial.

The weather was sunny and sunny, but there was a forest, shrouded in endless thunderclouds and storms.

"The small world structure is initially completed!"

Zhao Feng sat in the middle of the small world, surrounded by a sky and earth, dark clouds covered the sky, and the wind and thunder roared, which had no effect on him.

The true essence in the crystal nucleus space slowly flows to every part of the small world, just like the blood of the human heart, flowing to the limbs and bones.

He can feel that in this small world, he is the master and controls everything.

Even the power of the rules of the ancient space has a trace of control.

The use of the small world is to let it overlap in the real space, so as to control the power of the rules of the real space to a certain extent.

At this time, Zhao Feng's small world was only a hundred feet in size.

Compared with the projection of the thousand-mile small world of the Nine Nether Demon Lord that day, it was simply cloudy and muddy.

"The power of the small world is not enough. It seems that the wind and thunder field and the crystal nucleus space are not closely connected!"

Zhao Feng's left eye sees everything.

The basic structure of the small world must be complete and solid, otherwise it will be extremely difficult to readjust in the future.

someday!

In the sky above the immemorial dreamland, dark clouds pressed down, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and a trace of thunder was looming.

"Are you coming?"

Zhao Feng opened his eyes. (To be continued) [ ] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on the Genesis Chinese website and click on it as a member. Your support is my greatest motivation. )